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A reader doesn’t mark his life by days but by memories. A book
doesn’t mark its life by pages but by readers. We are made up of
those whom we touch.

Books are a secret hidden in plain sight. Read me, they say.
Look at me. Turn my pages. Touch my spine. Read my words,
and content yourself.
Every book is a secret that only readers know.

It was funny, how companionship did that. Like how just knowing
there was a campfire to return to made the night feel less dark, even when
you were far from it.

Inks had temperaments, personalities. And inks left marks,
smudged fingers, smeared words, lost meanings.